Everyone Else Goes Home
The mist does not fly by, it disapears slowly in the chronic glare of
the sun’s gaze.
Everything stands upside down in this room of broken mirrors. My feet are covered
in splinters from the prickly edges of a crown. Do you know shards seep red liquid if you
hold them tight enough?
ohh i’m never letting gooooo
Blind girl singing in a room of broken mirrors
and the sound is lost with nothing
to bounce off. My hand is lost with nothing to hang on.
To/be lost at sea/is easy/these days
My parents burn roses and sprinkle them into the water – She lived well they say
The sun blends into the horizon. She’s in a better place they say
A fish gulps a mouthful of ash/ The remainder of me melts into the waves
Everyone else turn their feet – towards home.